Colt Henderson
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I usually write horror.
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Cardinal Blessings
It was a few days after Betty's mother's funeral when it happened for the first time. It was December and kind of cold for Texas, no snow though. Betty had a heavy heart and went to see her mother. She lay down next to the still-fresh dirt and cried. Out of nowhere, a bird interrupted the cold silence with its song.
By Colt Henderson3 years ago in Fiction
Dinvyre
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. They would follow the descending ridge to the north right into a predominantly human city, Dinvyre. The city loved the happy colored clouds for the first few days, but when the clouds became huge and so dark they were almost black the city folk became worried. The people of the city started calling it a curse. When the huge purple and black clouds first covered a portion of the outskirts of town the citizens retreated further into the city. The few that stayed were almost completely trapped in their homes by the odd substance that fell from the sky. It was far from regular water. It was purple and it was as thick as molasses. The substance was quickly named 'the Ick'. It took hours, almost a full day, to get to the citizens that were trapped by the Ick. It took just as long for the family's that got out, but needed to go inside their candied house for their valuables. It took nine full days for all of the houses to be opened just enough for the residents to get inside. The roads were covered in the purple goo too, along with trees, bushes, vehicles and anything else that had been left outside. That part of town was just abandoned. The clouds continued to grow and follow the ridge north, but the winds always carried it west. West was open land for miles, east was Dinvyre and then a few other cities behind it. The University of Dinvyre, with an addition of several other universities, decided to send a team into the mountains to find what was causing the purple clouds. Their hypothesis was a build up of magical energies that would eventually dissipate with time. The findings were more ominous than that. High in the mountains the team of scientists found a spot, perfectly circular, that would open every night at midnight and shoot a fine mist of chemicals into the air. After collecting a sample and testing it they realized it was a potion to cause clouds, but it had been tweaked. There was something invoking death thrown in the mix. The culprit could only be the Dwarves that were rumored to have lived in the mountain range. But they had been thought extinct for over a century. The word got back to the military and they started to prepare for war. They sent their own teams to scout and investigate the claims. Based on the response, what they found was not good. They instituted martial law and declared a curfew of 7am to 7pm. They then began to draft the young of the city. Everything turned towards the war effort.
By Colt Henderson3 years ago in Fiction
Pedestrian. Top Story - February 2023.
September 21st, 2137 Adam was hanging out in his pajamas, waiting for his girlfriend Sydney to show up. They would take a shower together, get dressed and head out to greet the day. She was usually here by now. "Where is she?" Adam started to ponder as he picked up his phone.
By Colt Henderson3 years ago in Horror
Lab Experiment
Sirens bled through the walls of the facility as screams began reverberating down the halls. Something escaped containment and was now lurking down corridors flooded with bright flashes of light. The creature, a hybrid of sorts, would eviscerate one person only to leave the next untouched. The hybrid's deformed handprints were dragged across the walls, blood trails marking its path.
By Colt Henderson3 years ago in Horror
Osahar
Osahar’s black hair obscured his view as he pulled handfuls of clay out of the cool and muddy water of the Nile. The sun beat down upon his exposed torso as he toiled away. While the water was cool, it waterlogged his limbs and added to his discomfort. His first day helping his father had turned out to be more work than he had imagined. After filling the pot sitting next to him on the bank, he dragged it towards his father’s workshop.
By Colt Henderson3 years ago in Fiction
